Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.